Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats when I got on.
One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.
As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.